Las Vegas, Thursday morning
It shouldn't have been a surprise. It was March. Isabel had been holding her breath waiting for whatever trauma the universe was going to dump on her this year. After all, it wasn't as if the last three years had been all that peaceful.
Still, in the grand scheme of things, a persistent portal that grabbed her on her way to the library and deposited her in a rather swank hotel room on the Vegas Strip wasn't all that bad, Isabel thought. Until she looked out the window and realized that it wasn't her Vegas strip. The differences were subtle but it was enough for Isabel to realize that she was somewhere she didn't belong. Especially when she had an exam in an hour.
Fortunately she had an interdimensional Bridge-phone and a boyfriend that could orb. She'd be back in time to get a coffee before class.
Except her phone - the one that was never supposed to fail - chose that moment to not work.
Crap…
Two hours later, after repeated calls to the Portalocity customer service desk that ended with a message of "all circuits are busy, please call back later", Isabel was ready to pitch the hotel phone across the room.
Instead, she grabbed her purse and left the room. She'd get a coffee. Take a walk. Check out the tourists and then try Portalocity later.
It was a just weirdness. She was used to weirdness. She'd cope and if all went well she'd be home in time for the weekend.
[For one...]
Still, in the grand scheme of things, a persistent portal that grabbed her on her way to the library and deposited her in a rather swank hotel room on the Vegas Strip wasn't all that bad, Isabel thought. Until she looked out the window and realized that it wasn't her Vegas strip. The differences were subtle but it was enough for Isabel to realize that she was somewhere she didn't belong. Especially when she had an exam in an hour.
Fortunately she had an interdimensional Bridge-phone and a boyfriend that could orb. She'd be back in time to get a coffee before class.
Except her phone - the one that was never supposed to fail - chose that moment to not work.
Crap…
Two hours later, after repeated calls to the Portalocity customer service desk that ended with a message of "all circuits are busy, please call back later", Isabel was ready to pitch the hotel phone across the room.
Instead, she grabbed her purse and left the room. She'd get a coffee. Take a walk. Check out the tourists and then try Portalocity later.
It was a just weirdness. She was used to weirdness. She'd cope and if all went well she'd be home in time for the weekend.
[For one...]